In this cold sea of red,
it drips, it drips, it drips...
hear the old fangled seamen's lips.
they speak of times past
all clothed in this red.

the girl she stood there in the water,
she drowns there in your arms
(why didn't you save her?)
the red flows over, the blood on her lips
spoke a tale of love and passion unheard.

the rain it falls, from the cuts and the scrapes,
bleeding from the wounds that wound
around the body.
raining, raining, this bloody rain!
STOP STOP STOP!

his head explodes a bullet now grasps his brain.
ideally a killer's deficeit.
and into his head you would see all the thoughts,
see the pretty lady, at the tree of the dead.
ici, à la mort. agacé.

célestes feux brûlent les méchants mort.
you cannot save me.
you die trying,
crying in the rain.
the wicked lies (you delude yourself).
here in dreams of painted wishes burning up to ashes,
in the frequent place where the body crashes.

bury me. cleanse me. purge me. burn me.